Your OWN Truth.
For this week’s blog post, I am simply sharing this beautiful offering by my oldest, dearest, most trusted mentor, Oprah Winfrey. She begins with a poem called Phenomenal Woman, by her beloved mother-sister-friend, Maya Angelou, and I swear she channeled Maya in that moment, as her voice is so akin to hers. Since I was…
Life is short.
I saw something in a store window recently that reminded me of this truth. And if we aren’t paying attention, we can sometimes forget. That life is short. I was walking down a street in one of the cute neighbourhoods where I live and saw a sign in a store window that read: “Life is short. Eat…
He LIED To Me
On the night my nephew was born, I had tickets to the theatre. I had been looking forward to the performance for months, and I asked a guy I had recently started dating, to go with me. My brother and sister-in-law had to get a babysitter for my 3-year old niece because they were at…
My SECRET to Staying Sober
I was talking to someone recently about my recovery journey. At one point, I told them that when I first got sober, over 14 years ago, I would chug back non-alcoholic beer every evening. I drank those beers the way I drank my beloved Corona. Out of the bottle. With a lime. Fast. They said my…
Being Friendless…and Eating Sausages
At the time of this writing, I have 1101 friends on Facebook. That seems crazy to me, considering not long ago, I was virtually “friendless”. 1101 people have told me that they want to know who I am. They want to see what I am interested in and they are curious about what I have to say.…
Lies We Tell Our Ourselves…and Our Children
“If you eat fat, you’ll get fat”. “You can never be too thin or too rich”. “If you don’t eat, you won’t gain weight”. These are some of the messages that I heard growing up. My mother taught me the importance of eating well from a young age, and a strong positive message I received…
I Didn’t Have Time
This past weekend, families everywhere celebrated Mother’s Day. As you probably know, I am not a mother. My own mom lives out West, and Roger’s mom lives down East, so celebrations this year consisted of some phone calls. Sunday was not only Mother’s Day, it was also what would have been my father’s 74th birthday.…
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